Alive: and through the prism…

Alive: and through the prism we must go –
The variegated shades that we conflate,
The wanderings that form our fixed estate,
The feelings that will ebb, and then will flow –
The pageantry and beauty of the show
That proves itself ebullient, sedate,
Or otherwise; as we our tales relate
To those who do, or maybe, do not know.

Awake: and into all that shines and breaks
We rush headlong, and into fate and chance
We pull up, or we put down, all our stakes:
We stare intent, or maybe merely glance —
We see the shifting lines: the loves, the aches,
Those colored patterns – all our circumstance